YOU WOULD THINK THAT THE DAYS OF MODDED MINECRAFT RP HAVE LONG SINCE PASSED.
THAT IS UNTRUE.
the ghost of modded minecraft rp possesses us, again and again, those with the love of story and minecraft and goofing off all alike. even some 13+ years later i still find great joy in this. i've spent these years pursuing the same joy that these communities once brought me- through the same method of minecraft rp servers, it lead me to a friend group that i now frequently play ttrpgs with.
i would like to extend the invitation i have here to those i've played with before, when i was but a wee lad. we've done some releases over the years, but it's definitely ready, now. customizable player models, create, ars noveau, iron's spellbooks... magic and tech alike, and a ton of custom rp-friendly modifications and additions! not only that, but here, i am surrounded by loving and welcoming people who share my passion.
IF YOU ARE STILL EVEN A LITTLE INTERESTED IN A MODDED MINECRAFT COMMUNITY, OR AN RP COMMUNITY- ESPECIALLY BOTH!- please give my friend Scalapher's modded minecraft rp server a shot. we would love to have you & i hope i see you there. 🧡
MUCH LOVE - NOAH / bandetto / #1 Dog
(Attached is a mysterious note...)
"Realms of Artifice Ⅴ Launch!
The latest rebuilt version of my modded Minecraft RP-SMP is now ready enough for full release! Realms of Artifice is a steampunk fantasy modpack of my own design, with plenty of marvels and mystery to discover and create! Immerse yourself in a fantastically dangerous world of mad science, monsters, and magic! Make a name for your character, and change the world! Help us tell an unforgettable story in a collaborative worldbuilding roleplay project.
To join, simply follow the installation instructions in the project's discord below the cut."
geoff donovan, who mostly goes by his pen name j.d. o'donovan, is an author, conspiracy theorist, self-proclaimed cryptozoologist and alien enthusiast. he writes novels about aliens and conspiracy theories; all of which are moderately popular. he's quite a jolly sort, and will go on and on about his theories and findings. he was the president (and only member) of his cryptozoology fanclub in high school. he also sounds like steve buscemi.
yo is a tiny rambunctious verdicyte courier who's always full of energy and ready to meet new people. they like to play pranks and deliver questionable items. they also have very poor hearing and a very noticable lisp which may or may not make them harder to understand.
VISI is a fencing android that resides in the aravea school of the fine physical arts in fort wake. despite having a hard metal exterior, VISI is usually very relaxed and playful. her job is to help train the athletes at the school, but now that they're gone, she's looking forward to having a relaxing existence.
Driven by thoughts revenge, Percival makes a pact with a demon.
The bloody sunset was fitting if Percival had to say so. And he did. To the oily, rotten looking skull perched on top of a dead crow.
Which in turn was in the center of a pentagram made of goat blood and withered bones.
The summoning was set in the center of a crossroads on the evening of a full moon. "[Can't be too sure]," he said to the air.
The knife blade glinted as Percival examined it. Now or never.
"[Magdalena of the Bitter Mace]!" Percival called out. The knife stung as he pressed it into his arm - he liked having the use of his hands thank you very much.
Blood dripped over the skull. "[Show yourself! There's a bargain to be made!]"
Carefully, Percival repeated the words he'd been taught. He knew he misspoke more than once, but there were no do-overs.
"[You better show,]" Percival muttered as he pulled out a bandage. "[This shit wasn't cheap.]"
The skull in the pile begins shaking gently, cracking down the center and releasing a heavy, black vapor. It circles the pentagram and trails up higher into the form of person, smokey and indistinct. A voice speaks through the figure;
"What do you want, human?" The voice sounds practiced and sharp, though feminine.
"A deal."
"Of what sort? You must have something big in mind if you were rash enough to call me.."
Percival had rehearsed what he had wanted to say - but a frog was a far cry from the sight before him. He threw his shoulders back, ignoring the slow trickle of blood running down his arm.
"I need to kill someone," Percival heard his voice shake. "And I need the means - and power - to find him."
"That's all? Incredible- You could have called any demon of pain to aid you and yet you chose me?" The smoke rises again and 'walks' towards Percival, close enough that the acrid smell of it burned into his skin.
"I'm not complaining. But you're making a choice you can't back out of."
"I want-" The smell chokes him, and he coughs. "I want to make him pay. To torture him."
"Ahh? Say that a little louder for me."
His eyes were beginning to tear from the smoke - the awful stench. "I WANT TO TORTURE HIM."
The smoke backs off and spins as if to dance.
"A human with revenge on his mind! The bitterest, darkest desire in his heart! It's delightful, and to think you chose ME to help you?" Approaching him again, the smoke figure appears to bow and hold his hand- the one on his injured side.
"It is.... an honour, and a pleasure....."
The words come out in a quiet hiss.
The silver ring, studded with turquoise, is smudged with blood and Percival's fingers twitch involuntarily at the touch.
"What are your terms."
"Simple. I only ask for your devotion; when people witness your power, make them cower in their boots and fear your very name. If someone wrongs you, make them pay the highest price of pain."
"And when your faith in life begins to waver, call to me so I may bring you to your end...."
"That, is what I ask for. Complete.. Devotion."
The last words spoken in a breath, running down the back of Percival's neck and back.
Despite the rising goosebumps, Percival laughed in disbelief. A bark of laughter in the "face" of the smoke.
"You got it, Mace."
"That's an unpleasant name spoken aloud. Refer to me as Magdalena."
"Magdelena," Percival repeated. "You get me my info and power, and I promise you worship."
"Not just worship. I need you to carry out tasks for me, in my stead. Small things, to spread influence and fear. Tasks which should-" a hand appears, flesh and nail, from the smoke and reaches to stroke Percival's face, "-be unbelievably achievable, given your soon-to-be powers."
Her hand pulls back into the smoke. "You are certain in your contract? By demon right, I am not allowed to bind you until I have your final word."
"Were it my own choice, you'd be bound the moment you called."
Percival let out a shaky sigh as the claw retracted, sweat beading his forehead.
"Yes." There's no hesitation. His eyes flick from where the hand vanished to where he guessed Magdelena's eyes would be.
"I accept your terms."
A toothy smile appears in the haze; another, larger, beneath it.
"Then the deal is set."
From the smoke emerges a complete figure; hair a wild tangle, just covering a pair of huge horns. Skin like rosy leather, claws as black as tar, and a pair of wings bigger than the demon herself.
Magdalena, as bitter as her name, standing before Percival. She holds her arms out, beckoning to him.
The gravel crunches under his boot. Definitely more impressive than a frog. Cold sweat runs down his back, and Percival steps forward into the embrace.
She clutches him, gently, and whispers jagged-toothed into his ear.
"You will first find yourself with the power to instill terror and drive your enemies to their knees. But you can become more... When you find the girl who resembles me in shape and form, I will increase that power tenfold. She calls herself Gamma. Bring her to me and you will be strong beyond any human comprehension. A demon, among men."
She cradles Percival's face in one hand, leans to the back of his neck, and kisses him just below the hairline.
"You belong to me now. Let everyone know of that power, Percival."
Magdalena recedes into the haze, and vanishes.
The kiss burns . Scalding and etching into his skin. With a cry of pain and lack of support, Percival falls to the ground - scattering the bones and dirt.
The dead crow had turned into a frothy ooze in Magdelena's wake, and Percival curls away from it as he presses a hand to the back of his neck.
His fingers don't come back bloody - the kiss had cauterized - but he did feel something. Shapes and lines.
Plaid: The sun had vanished along with Magdelena. But he could feel something in her absence. There was a life in the distance - so very far away.
But even as thunder rumbled, Percival could still hear her last words ringing in his ears.
-The white stained halls of Proteus echo with the sounds of Kingsly boots and the drown out sounds of quick and excited footsteps that trail behind her. She turns sharply at what seems to be one door out of hundreds both her and Katherine had passed on their way to the exam room. She looks down to the small girl, her expression stern yet inviting to the child- Are you ready?
[5:58:16 PM] * Katherine doesn't notice Kingsly looking at her at first, focused on the plushie, but looks up at her and nods after a moment
[6:00:31 PM] Kingsly: Good. Now remember, Like we practiced. Dr. Fuchs -she pronounces the name carefully-
[6:01:17 PM] Katherine: doktor foox! -she echoes with enthusiasm-
[6:02:35 PM] Kingsly: Close enough -she turns, clutching her clipboard to her chest as she knocks and opens the door, not waiting for a reply-
[6:04:46 PM] Emil Fuchs: - Inside, Fuchs looks up from his desk at his visitors and smiles. - Ah, Kingsly! Hello again. I see you've brought our new guest.
[6:06:26 PM] * Katherine hides behind Kingsly, peering at the man at the desk from behind her legs
[6:07:52 PM] Emil Fuchs: -Fuchs approachs and crouches slightly to be at eye-level with the child, his voice warm and friendly.- Hi there, my name is Dr Fuchs! What's your name?
[6:09:52 PM] Katherine: -She shys away at first, but takes one look at Fuchs' face and starts to giggle, hiding her smile behind the plushie-
[6:10:19 PM] Katherine: doktor foox- [your nose is funny!]
[6:10:29 PM] Kingsly: As you requested, However the child speaks little english. -Kingsly voice switches from sweet to professional. Kingsly hand wraps around Katherines back and pushes her out from behind her-
[6:10:39 PM] Emil Fuchs: -Fuchs chuckles back.- I have no idea what you just said.
[6:11:24 PM] Emil Fuchs: -He looks up at Kingsly- Thank you, my dear. You're indispensible, have I told you that?
[6:11:45 PM] Kingsly: Many times -Kingsly smiles-
[6:12:08 PM] Emil Fuchs: -Fuchs holds his hand out to Katherine and makes encouraging gestures for her to take it-
[6:12:29 PM |Katherine: -Katherine takes his hand, smiling shyly and snickering- [you look like a bird.]
[6:13:25 PM] Kingsly: -ducks her head and almost snickers, understanding only the word "bird" in the sentence due to its similarity to another language-
[6:14:12 PM] Emil Fuchs: Oh my, I really have no idea what you are saying. But that doesn't matter, let's get you checked up.
[6:14:30 PM] Katherine: [okay, doktor bird.]
[6:14:59 PM] Emil Fuchs: -Fuchs leads Katherine up to the examination bed and begins checking her mouth and ears with a small torch-
[6:15:40 PM] Kingsly: -steps in and closes the door behind them, she takes her spot leaning agians the cabnets with her clipboard and pen in hand-
[6:16:27 PM] Emil Fuchs: Say 'aah' and stick your tongue out, like this. -He demonstrates.-
[6:17:08 PM] Katherine: -Katherine copies him and makes more of a 'bleehh' noise when sticking out her tongue-
[6:17:24 PM] Katherine: [i'm not sick, doktor! i promise.]
[6:19:04 PM] Emil Fuchs: -Fuchs presses a wooden stick to her tongue and peers into her mouth- That's a good girl. Hmm, looks like you have a few milk teeth missing, but nothing looks out of order.
[6:19:15 PM] Emil Fuchs: Oh, Kingsly, do you have the medical records?
[6:20:10 PM] Kingsly: I do.... however I have yet to -she looks down at the page- decipher it.
[6:21:54 PM] Emil Fuchs: Oh dear. -Fuchs gives her a wry smile and pulls out a stethoscope. He turns back to Katherine.- It might be worth plugging it through a translator.
[6:22:14 PM] Kingsly: You can make of it as you will, I will continue to work on it and research the girl for you if you wish. -she holds out the clipboard, then taking it back once he puts the stethoscope in, muttering a few german words under her breath at it-
[6:23:16 PM] Katherine: -Katherine looks between the two of them, puzzled, and pulls her plushie to her chest-
[6:24:07 PM] Emil Fuchs: We should probably double check and top everything up, just in case. Have to make sure our candidates are healthy. -He talks to Katherine again in a soft voice- Now take deep breaths, I'm going to listen to your heart.
[6:25:16 PM] Katherine: -She stares at Fuchs blankly and tips her head to the side a little-
[6:25:57 PM] Emil Fuchs: Deep breaths! -Fuchs inhales and exhales dramatically- Like that, alright?
[6:27:27 PM] Katherine: -Katherine purses her lips- [doktor bird, are you having breathing problems?]
[6:27:47 PM] Katherine: [ace has those sometimes too. i'll show you.] -She copies him and takes a deep inhale-
[6:29:01 PM] Emil Fuchs: Yes, there you go! -Fuchs smiles and nods, pressing the stethoscope to her chest- I think we'll definitely have to work on your language, I'm quite sure you're not saying my name right.
[6:29:51 PM] Katherine: -She giggles between breaths- [doktor bird nose!]
[6:31:15 PM] Kingsly: She tries, however -She shoots a look at Katherine- I do know that word, Fuchs, not fågel. -She then goes back to writing-
[6:32:44 PM] Katherine: -Katherine looks over at Kingsly, amused, and ends in a cough after she exhales-
[6:34:37 PM] Emil Fuchs: -Fuchs pulls away at last with a small tut- Hmm. You're not as healthy as you could be, but a week of good food and sleep should fix that up.
[6:35:17 PM] Emil Fuchs: -He pats Katherine's shoulder lightly and smiles at her, then turns away to talk to Kingsly in a quiet voice about making arrangements.-
[6:36:38 PM] Kingsly: She has been placed in one of the quarters for now -says quietly- I want to run a full drug test. Her previous home was.... less then ideal.
[6:37:12 PM] Katherine: -Katherine watches the two for a moment before getting bored and playing with the plushie-
[6:37:50 PM] Emil Fuchs: Probably a good idea. We need to draw blood anyway to check her antibody count. Tell me if she shows any signs of withdrawals to anything.
[6:40:57 PM] Kingsly: I shall. You should be aware we now have full custody as well. I thought you would apreciate such no strings attached transactions. -she says without looking up from her dense neat handwriting on the page as she deciphers the mess on the page-
[6:42:17 PM] Emil Fuchs: -He nods absently- That does make it easier in terms of paperwork... Though she's a little on the smaller side for her age, it would probably be best to make sure she eats enough at meal times. -He glances over his shoulder to look at Katherine playing.-
[6:42:50 PM] Katherine: -She notices Fuchs looking at her and speaks up- [is the check up over? can i go home now?]
[6:44:27 PM] Emil Fuchs: -Fuchs waves at her with a smile and turns back to Kingsly.- Introduce her to the other children in the mean time and get a hot meal in her. We'll do the blood tests tomorrow morning.
[6:47:50 PM] Kingsly: As you wish. -she nods and stand up straight- Katherine, Come along. -she motions for her to follow-
[6:49:10 PM] Katherine: -Katherine hops off the table and waves at Fuchs as she follows after Kingsly-
[6:49:19 PM] Katherine: [bye bye, doktor fuchs!]
[6:49:34 PM] Emil Fuchs: Bye-bye Katherine -Fuchs waves at her and smiles- I'll see you tomorrow.
